This is a song about "Left"

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Friend after friend left me

Take away what ever's left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I left for one summer,

I ain't did shit officer

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

I'm still confused about why you left

Right now using my left brain

Through all the rain and the pain

I miss you at my recent show

Never to the left i go